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Love Is Up Where We Belong Written By Lady Nimm (9)
Part 4: Two weeks escaped them. It wasn't long before Will had to go back to Wales and England. They hugged at the longest time in Nick's foyer. "I don't want to go."
"I don't want you to go." Nick replied. "This time, I can't let you go like last time."
William pulled back. "I'll always come. I'll always be here. Forever." Tears stung his eyes as he looked into Nick's hopeful eyes.
"How can you be so sure?" he asked.
"I am. That's how. I always will be sure." William replied. "I don't think my brother would mind too much being the next King of England." he smiled.
Nick smiled through his tears too. He stood in the doorway as Will trotted down to his BMW. He watched as the little black car pulled out of his driveway.
If he paid more attention, he would've noticed another car with a camera lens. "Is that him, boss?"
"Yup, the heir to the Minerva Estate in Greece. That's the guy that will inherit $68 billion as soon as they notify him. But, if we execute our dear cousin, we will get the money." smiled a sinister woman. "He certainly IS the blonde sheep of the family. His boyfriend's gone. So, Count Nickolai Stamosia, you don't know who you are."
William was floating on air. Nick had loved him. He knew from the many romantic evenings they spent just camped out in front of the fireplace eating Chinese or picnicked on the beach when the sun had set. It was beautiful.
He could find none like the breathtaking view of the setting sun behind Nick. He took out the pictures he took. Some were just goofy pictures they had taken at Disney World and Sea World. Others were just gorgeous pictures of Nick. of course, Nick had the pictures of him.
Will vowed that when he went him, he was going to add this to his personal collection. Something the paparazzi hadn't gotten their hands on yet.
He knew that he would miss Nick terribly but what else could they do? Both were performers of the world and the public seeing them date each other would send granny and great-granny in for a shock.
Will was raised in a Catholic world. Homosexuality was wrong, worse than a sin. But when he was with Nick, he didn't feel like HRH Prince William of Wales. He felt more like just Will Windsor. Normal. Like he never was.
He was amazed at the everyday life. How it was less stressful than his life at palaces and grand vacations. All his life, he was told that he will be king. But what would happen if the possibility never arrived?
His mother always depended on him for advice but now he needed someone he could trust. Someone he just needed. He could just hear his mother's voice telling him that he could find the answer within himself.
No one of royal status approved of his mother's New Age techniques but he found some of them very relaxing. He had not seen a man in his future. Did that mean that Nick wasn't going to be part of it?
He turned into a tunnel. It was about 2 in the morning. Not many drivers were there. William was a careful driver, really he was. Always signaled his turns. Always checked for directions. Always looked to where he was going. Always awake.
But that morning, he would go through the same dillema his mother faced that fateful Paris morning. He had in his mouth a bit of chocolate to keep him calm through their departing but it didn't help him in keeping him fully awake.
The other driver was drunk. Probably on rum at a party since he kept raving in the driver seat, not fully in control of his car. The alcohol rushed about his veins.
Will saw the car speeding at him at full speed. He quickly put his feet up on the passenger seat and covered his head as the two vehicles collided.
About 2:30 in the morning, Nick watched some late night news. The scene was familiar to people who were watching TV. Two banged up cars were at the side of the tunnel. Nick recognized the license plate of the smashed up black BMW.
"William." he gasped. He got dressed and grabbed his coat before running out the door to see if his boyfriend was all right.
^^^^^^^^^*^ Countess Rose didn't see the asp being released into her bed as she turned in for the night. Luckily, she would die like the woman who tried to save her country. The asp bit her arm as she passed peacefully in her sleep.
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